Part I: "Move That Dope"

[Verse]
Whippin' the Lam', whippin' and grippin' the Lam'
N***as like 'Bino the man, I was like damn
I was allergic to not makin' money, the timing was perfect
They used to not pay him no never mind
N***as these numbers don't ever lie
Fuck wit' your boy like a pedophile
Damn I'm fly, I'm so high I might need a spaceship
I'm on acid, this bitch is basic
We them n***as y'all love to hate on
But when you see us y'all never say shit
Conversation, I'm in that, top 5, I'm in rap
Pussy n***as, y'all say shit and don't do shit
Flew your girl to Saint Lucia
Oh, these n***as are not from Atlanta
These n***as are not from Atlanta
Cause I'm from Atlanta and we would just handle it
Struggle rap, Canibus, Amethyst, my weed purple
Rap game, I'm Steve Urkel, Urquelle
She want some pics, I'm like "oh well, you better Google search"
Money rule my universe, n***a we made it
We had the beat and then we heard the verse
And said "n***a we hate it"
Livin' my life like I'm Jaden (Smith), Tesla the color of Satan (whip)
Bitches are mine for the takin', I understand why you hate us
Part II: "Nextel Chirp"

[Chorus]
N***a don't (DRAMATIC!)
Hit me on my Nextel chirp, when you heard that brrrp brrrp, mean that n***a got some work
Yeah, my cousin used to serve 'em, now he learning how to walk
If you really from Atlanta then you heard this shit before
Yeah, you know, uh
N***a don't hit me on my Nextel chirp
When you heard that brrrp brrrp, mean that n***a got some work
Yeah, my cousin used to serve 'em, now he learning how to walk
If you really from Atlanta then you heard this shit before
Yeah, you know, uh

[Verse]
Yes I be the man, who you tellin'?
Smokin' on that loud, what you smellin'?
Cops want a n***a for the sport
Hundred dollars, can't afford it
Made my momma cry in court, fuck them n***as
Fulton County, Cobb County, see the twelve be out
See you wit ya friends and break you up because you hangin out
Learn to talk about, what you talkin' 'bout?
Never on the phone, had to do it on my own
Took a minute, now we on, yeah
Scooter got the Street Lottery, that's a classic
Cause it be showin' n***as how to be when you passin'
That white girl, that white girl, Niykee Heaton, yeah
I might girl, I might girl, are you eatin' though?
Patience, congratulations, I'm on my A shit
I met this dude while on vacation, I didn't say shit
When he was talkin' all that bullshit about the nation
His daughter, I just gave a facial, my reparations
[Bridge]
Uh, it's a new black renaissance
Uh, all that wack shit they be on
Uh, what's the type of shit that they be on
Uh, what's the type of shit that they be on

Part III: "Let Your Hair Blow" (feat. Young Scooter)

[Intro: Young Scooter]
Let the top down and let your hair blow
Let the top down and let your hair blow
Let the top down and let your hair blow
Let the top down and let your hair blow
Let the top down and let your hair blow
Let the top down and let your hair blow
You got a perfect body, all natural
Body that the superstar lookin' for
Hey baby, let's just go for a ride, okay

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Let the top down and let your hair blow
Let the top down and let your hair blow
You got a perfect body, all natural
Body that the superstar lookin' for
Let's ride and let the top down
Let your hair blow, ride and smoke out
We party on the Interstate, shut I-20 down
Even in the winter flexin' with the top down
[Verse: Childish Gambino]
Top down, let 'em see a king
East side, East side, I'm just bein' me
I'm just seein' Gs, I'm just makin' culture
I just say the realest shit and hope it don't insult you
On stage, yellin' crazy shit
I was high but I meant that shit
Let it out, gotta vent that shit
Play me loud, that's event music
I don't swear to God, I just swear to me
I don't think there's anything I couldn't be
All we know is trust, that's the royalty
Please don't ask a king what it's hard to be

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Let the top down and let your hair blow
Let the top down and let your hair blow
You got a perfect body, all natural
Body that the superstar lookin' for
Let's ride and let the top down
Let your hair blow, ride and smoke out
We party on the Interstate, shut I-20 down
Even in the winter flexin' with the top down